Poem Poem

My Lying Eyes

He stood there staring into my eyes.
Deep into my eyes, searching for the truth.
I kept looking at him, but I said nothing.
Then he took my hand and spoke,
"I know that you love me.
I can see it in your eyes.
The seed of love has planted
And is growing tall through your limbs."
I listen to his speech with a smile on my lips.
I am happy that he love me so.
And that he can love me so strongly.
But his loving face will change
If he knows my eyes are lying.